My least favorite time of the week is Sunday night. The weekend is past. The long work week lies ahead. Why do weekends go by so fast?
Dad was moved to rehab yesterday. He is still confused and can barely sit up on his own. It is really hard on me to see him like this. Today, he was put into a wheelchair for the first time and wanted us to do things like bring him to the bathroom and give him water, which we could not do. He would get upset and it would only make me depressed. He is still on the liquid restricted diet. He can only have 500 cc's of liquid a day! They are worried his sodium levels will go down if he drinks, which is contrary to everything he has ever been told about sodium.
We went from Dad to Mom today. By the time I got home, I was sad. I did some laundry, threw some laundry in and went for a walk to the beach. Walking down to Wollaston Beach felt good. The breeze off of the water was nice. My apartment was sweltering inside compared to outside.
I felt a bit better after my walk. I got to clear my mind. The water was at low tide when I went so the beach was one rocky beach but there were people about and I could just walk without care.
I haven't eaten much today. I think it is the heat. I went to breakfast with Secret Sister and did not eat again until dinner. I think I am going to have a bit of ice cream after I post this.